Daily Republican., 1887-09-23

Wbiie MT Brown was showing off
his roomy house he hazarded re
mark:
Its kind er lonesome in a house
where there is nobody but grown ups. |
believe you told me that you hadn't
any
They are all in the graveyard!
every one OF 'em, poor thingsl' sObbed
the widow with her handkerchief to
her eyes.
1t took Mr.. Brown some time to
undo the mischief. He was compelled
to support the clinging form and dry I
the tears he had drawn forth by his
careless remark.
''She's tender hearted little thingl"
he said to Simpson; ''she' come round |
all right when she sees the" Here
he sneezed.
"You old fraudl" thought Simpson.
But he only said politely, "Ot course
she will"
They were married quietly, only
the immediate friends OF the family
being present at the ceremony, and
they went to a town where nobody
knew them, and spent their honey
moon prowling around in each others
company, seeing the sights, and were
as spoouy as old folks in love usually
are. Not that either of them was old.
No, indeed.
When they went back they first To-
Gated at the Brown homestead. As
they couldn't live in two places at
once, the widow had decided to sell,
and invest her money in more land in
the neighborhood of her new home, a
plan highly approved by her new
partner.
The first cloud on the horizon CT
their new lives appeared when they
reached home. 1t was no larger than
a mans hand-or a boys hand-in
fact, that was just the shape IL took on
the white walls.
Zone would think you had fam
ily,' said the widow, as she COM
menced at once to clean house.
Mr.. Brown looked frightened, but
he asked. boldly:
"My dear, don't you think its kinder
lonesome in q house where there isn't
any"
A curious interruption happened. A
troop of half-grown boys ruehed in at
that moment to welcome the bride.
They did not 60 through any cere-
mony of knocking, and seemed very
much at home. They could have
sung, 1--WE are SEVEN" exactly, as to
numbers.
"Who are they?" gas2ed the new
Mrs Brown.
W-I.I don't know" faltered Mr..
Brown, his legs shaking like castinets.
run home, boys, r-r run homel'
"Where'll we go, pa?" inquired the
youngest cherub of five.
"Oh," gasped the bride, family. 81
thought you wanted q quiet home! ]
have been basely deceived! You said
you hadn't any"
"Boys don't make any noise," as.
serted Mr.. Brown. AN l thought as
long as you hadn't any"
"Oh, good heaven! Who are theyi
What do you wantf"
1--WE We come, ma We're all herep
shouted chorus of voices, as whole
schoolfull of girls rushed in, "pleast
| introduce us to our new pa"
But new paS had tainted, and hung
limp and speechless over the arm o
his chair.
The noise brought him to. He
asked if the earthquake had dont
much damage, and seemed in dazeG
condition for some time. Indeed thu
shock of finding himself the trevet
point of seven daughters was tor
much. His first intelligent word
were those of reproach. Simpson hat
been sent tor and was present. MIR
Brown looked feebly at his distressed
wife and said:
"You told me you hadn't any
! "No, dear, said they were in the
graveyard. So they were, boarding
with the sexton. They're real swee
girls, seven of them. You must low
them tor my sake"
"Seyen and seven makes fourteen.
figured the eldest male cherubim. "It
good thing the house is large enougl
| to hold US all"
| A peace was patched up-severa
peaces, in fact. and after awhile th'
new couple found that what can't b.
cured must be endured. Mr.. Brown
took the longest to come round bu
when he did he came in fully. In {
moment of confidence his wife tolt
him that she knew beforehand al
alb ,ut the boys, and had taken her owl
cue from that bit of design. Mr.. Simp
son had told her.
"Just like q woman-never cal
keep q secret" said Mr.. Brown, Sc
verely.
"Oh, no, DEAR" answered his wife
"because. though she told me al
about your little scheme, she neve
said a word to yo about mine"
And Mr.. Brown was OBJ iged to ad
| NIT that he WAS fairly beaten at hi